In Oxford many of the local citizens participate in a fun little sport called punting. Punting is more of a leisure sport than anything else. There really isnt a point behind it, you just kind of push the boat with a large pole and then sit and talk while going up and down the river. There isn't much to it, you just watch out for the trees, birds and shore banks. Each punt fits 5 people, and of course, to cut costs we made sure all 5 of us fit in one punt. Jess and I were the two Americans, Olivia is from Belgium, Rags is from Norway and Boris is Denmark (Sorry, I know as a Swed I should shun the Danes but I just cant!). We all had our fair share of hitting the trees, with the execption of Boris, since he was the expert. Jess even managed to turn the punt all the way around. Thank goodness we had a paddle, if not we may still be stuck in the old willow tree. The pictures are much more enjoyable than me trying to explain the madness behind this odd British outing...
Sunset over the Thames
"Boris, I just ran into a tree! Hand me the paddle and take this pole thing away from me!"
The Punting Station
Our fearless leaders, Michael and Boris
Looking North
Boris and I
